PICTURE OF A GIRL
- CATHRYN STONE
The planes felt good
The deserts felt good
The air felt good outside
But she could not breathe it
She was in your houses
Covered in your gold dust
She was your statue
She was your favourite
Picture of a Girl
She tried and she tried
And it broke my heart to see it
So much wildness inside
But you could not seem to free it
Covered in your veils,
She was your pattern
She was your favourite
Picture of a Girl
I saw the wild, the careful, the loving, the bad
The sinner, the saint, the lover, the friend, the start, the end
The fire, the water, the earth, the moving, the still, the cruel, the naive,
The gentle, the fickle, the scared, the brave
Oh and it was just the orange dust that she craved
The stuff out there on distant pathways
She knew how the thunderstorm feels
She knew why it rained
She knew how the thunderstorm feels
She knew why it rained
Why’d you keep putting her in that frame
I see you down in the dust with the people
Who breathe for the thunderstorms
I wish this for you,
Rolling in mud and climbing trees
Where you will not be contained
Oh if they try to contain you,
You can splash all the puddles
I see you as anything but
A Picture of a Girl.
BURNT SEED
- CATHRYN STONE
Keep burning these fingers
Just can’t seem to help it
Time and time again
Time and time again
I’ve danced the dance a thousand times
and it’s never less beguiling
But it’s oh so painful to your heart
That’s dying inside
Round and round and round and round I go
My skirt’s flying in the wind and I’m going the distance
My hair’s tying round and everybody’s watching
And I’m spinning, and just for a moment
I am loved
I am loved
But then the darkness falls like a veil
It shrouds me in my shadow, it pulls me with nails
And it nails me to that cross that I carved up myself
And I am standing on the hill and you are
Walking right by me…
Oh I can’t seem to stop getting big for my boots
Oh but you get a taste of sugar and you just run for it
Don’t you?
Well at least I do..
I’m sorry for everything my love
I’m sorry for everything my love
And the love before, and the love before
It was a burnt seed you see,
from which I came
It was a burnt seed you see,
from which I came…